The color of the rolling hills
Is changing as the seasons pass.
The stalks of corn which once were green
Are joined by gold;
Emerging tassels all throughout
Are dappling vistas with their hue.
With wonder giv'n by God above
I soak it in.
What wondrous love it is to give
Such beauty to his sons below.
How glorious to make such art
Provision's field.
A glorious yield.
2 comments:
Loved your style...strikes a chord similar to mine. very unique and different! liked it a lot
Cheers,
Debz
Thank you Debz. The best part is one of farmers stopped by last night with some sweet corn for my family.
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